The Iron Giant

What’s 6’5″, hung like a circus pony, loves to eat box, and doesn’t cum for ages? THIS GUY! Soldier did me right today. Not gonna lie, I’m intimidated by big dicks and even bigger men. Like, anything over 5’10” and I get a little nervous. I’m 5’1″ on a good day, so I’m pygmy status to these gentle giants. On days I don’t feel like shaving, I’m an ewok. Just call me Wicket! Today I’m a fuzzy little space bear, and he was all about it- asked me specifically if I trimmed, which is yes, then told me not to. Because I’d have a great bush and he loves hair. This is a rare request. True story, I don’t actually pay much mind to what my partners want in the way of my body hair anymore. I got so fed up with shaving my whole body for an encounter, only for them to last 5 minutes, that I just gave up and do my own thing now. I don’t know what I did right in my previous life to earn such a reward, but thank you to whoever has been tuning in to my thoughts and dreams for giving me a lover built specifically for me. Legit, this guy was made in a fucking lab and labeled for me. I told him he could easily be a male escort to the ladies.

We were supposed to meet last week but my IUD/ menstrual cycle (can’t tell!) has been unpredictable with bleeding. Such a pain in my ass, it really puts a damper on my sex calendar. Today he wanted to come by after 7 but I have some errands to run, so he instead came over right after work- still in uniform, my favorite. I tell him to take his boots off because I struggle with them. He’s quiet, but intense. I already know good things are coming. Mainly, I know I’m going to be cumming. Before he took his boots off we awkwardly kissed in my entryway, and I literally stood on my tippy toes to do it; it was not enough, with him bending down and all I still managed to lose my balance. I could probably blow him while standing flat footed in front of him. I take his hand and giggle as I lead him to my bedroom, I am absolutely giddy with excitement. He has no idea what HE’S in for, but I’m a sexual spider monkey and I cannot wait to please him in return.

We make out a bit while I remove his shirt and he throws my clothes off. Expertly he moves to my pierced nipples and gives them attention, before pushing me onto my back and removing my lacy panties. Oh, oh yes. Put your mouth on me! He grabs my hips and pulls me to the edge of the bed before planting himself mouth first on my genital piercing. Give her all you’ve got, soldier! I get off in rapid succession at least twice, before he climbs on top of me and inserts his enormous sex organ inside me. Stop here- he’s uncircumcised. You know how we’re basically conditioned to fear/ hate foreskin? Don’t. It’s amazing. Everything about it is great- from hand jobs, to oral, to any form of penetration. Don’t get hung up on how it looks, even if it’s suspicious and you maybe want to hold your purse tighter. Remember, not every penis that wears a hoodie is a thug. When he’s all the way inside I realize how unprepared I was for this behemoth; be gentle at first, I need to adapt! He tells me I feel good. Hooray! You feel like a double decker bus! Immediately he goes to work and I’m trying not to indicate how uncomfortable I am while I get used to it. I will, give me a bit, but god damn. My ex-husband was long but not thick, it took forever to adjust to his shape because it was like being stabbed in the cervix for 4 years. That poor, poor cervix. She was battered and abused. This dear soul is long AND thick. I would say he’s the biggest I’ve ever had- not in length, but the combo of his length and girth has tipped the scales in his favor. Positively BLESSED in the dong department. When its soft it’s average, and still thicker than most men. So, you know… ouch. But stand up and applaud him.

The plowing has begun and he is taking me to pound town. He’s a quiet partner, but we can work on that. When we take a break I decide to gift him my mouth, because he’s more than earned it. I lube up my hands and start with the two handed HJ I feel I should become famous for, when I add my mouth to the mix he can hardly contain himself. He spends the next x amount of minutes just repeating “oh god” and telling me how great it is, how good it feels, and suppressing the urge to climax. Oh, I know. He doesn’t want me to make him cum like this, but I love doing it anyway. He stops himself when he gets close and we get back to business. He tells me again how good my pussy feels (note to self, tell big guy I don’t like that word,) and goes so far to say “why aren’t you taken?” Uh, I was but now am free! Clickety-clack my slutty heels, I’m free. If you know me, you know I absolutely just stood up and did a little happy dance right there. Anyway, back to fuckin’. So I get on top for a while and it is phenomenal other than he’s just so massive I have difficulty taking him all at once while sitting up straight. My vagina has an end, it is not the Star Gate. He fucks me on my hands and knees, on the edge of the bed. I’m sure he was just standing straight. We’re so comically disproportioned to each other I almost want to draw stick figure depictions of the encounter. We’ve been going for about 45 minutes straight when he asks, balls deep of course, “did I mention it takes a long time for me to cum?” Uh… not that I can recall- but now that you mention it, I’m going to throw myself a party later.

We go back and forth with positions and swapping oral on each other. By the way, he also ate my ass. Hellooooooooooo, nurse! Please, please, please just put that tongue anywhere you want big guy. He did ask if he could fuck my ass, which was a hard pass on my part. I don’t do it on the first encounter as a rule, and there’s just more involved with someone of his size than just going for it. Along the way we chit chat. He asks me how many sexual partners I’ve got at the moment, and I’m so sex stunned I can’t really think of any recurring partners off the top of my head. Oh, except the Marine who’s coming back on Friday. He tells me he’s coming back on Friday so I need to be prepared. Sibling rivalry, I tell ya. I ask how many ladies he’s currently servicing, and he tells me it’s just me. What. At one point he mentions he wants to spend the night with me and just fuck me all night long. CLEARLY I AM OK WITH THIS. Sprawled out on my Queen bed he literally takes up the whole god damn thing… I am amused. He asks when can he come over again and I tell him any fucking time he wants. But what about my busy schedule? Home skillet I will make time. We ended up slamming genitals for over an hour and a half. I had to ask him if he ever got light headed when his penis became fully hard. Apparently that’s a no. He’s feigning modesty about the size of it, and though that’s adorable, I want him to be proud. As I’m playing with him in my hands and moving his foreskin up and down, I tell him I bet his dick moonlights as a sandworm in the Dune universe. YOU’RE WELCOME, THAT’S FUCKING HILARIOUS. The spice must flow. I’m calling my orgasm fluids spice now. Mostly because I’m going to dry it out and sell it by the gram on alfalfa, to idiots. I ask him what he does in the Army, he says he’s an engineer. Wait… that means he’s smart, right? You know my thing about nerdy dudes being better lovers! Even if he’s not, he’s a fantastic partner. He’s all about getting his lady off as many times as possible with whatever he’s got- I climaxed in his mouth, on his hand, on his sin sword… I’m sure he would have busted out my toys, too. Probably next time.

One of my favorite parts about this encounter was his body worship. He’s jerking himself, and tells me to show him my body more; reposition so he can get a better look and touch me. He tells me he loves my stomach. I ask if that means he likes fat chicks- he says yes, he loves them. He tells me I’m so fucking sexy. He’s been groping and touching on me this entire time, I don’t doubt he appreciates my extra everything. It never ceases to amaze me when big, beautiful men like this look at me with those kind of eyes. I’m confident, I’m secure, I’m happy, and I think I’m great. You’re out of my league, I’ll take it. He tells me my tits are perfect. I’m not ever going to argue with that, I love my sweater cows- bejeweled an all!

If you’re in any way questioning my sci-fi fandom, just know I’m writing this in my Star Trek captain’s robe. And I refer to my blog as the Captain’s Log frequently. The star date for this is 93905.75. Come at me, bro.

I asked him if he wanted to share a pic of his gift with the world.

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DD Fnord

I left my cheating spouse September of 2015. In October of that year, I filed for divorce and set out to move on and reclaim my lost libido. I spent 8 years of my 20's faithful to two unfaithful men, I have so much time to make up for! All The Dicks is my journey having sex with whoever I want, whenever I want, however I want. The first person I spent the night with after my husband, reignited the spark and desire I thought I would need counseling to retrieve. The second person I was with sealed the deal. I wasn't broken, I just needed a tune up. This collection of encounters are the ones worth re-telling- I don't write about every sexual encounter I have, and I certainly don't bother with any that were sub-par. The screenshots are my own personal wall of shame, but also my trophies because nobody puts baby in a corner.
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